Lemme tell you guys a story:
When i was a kid (little Scrumbo, if you will), some nights before I would go to bed, I would go with my dad into his room and watch him play a game on his PS2. Some nights it was COD, Other nights it was Guitar Hero, But I was never interested in playing. I was just happy to watch.
One night, my dad asked me to put in the disc for whatever game he wanted to play that night while he ran to the restroom, and I happily began swapping the discs. And then I waited. And then I waited. And then I waited. And then- The PS2 Red Screen of Death. Ohhh the scream i scrumpt almost woke up the whole house... For years after, I was terrified of the possibility of seeing that god forsaken red screen again while I was alone in a room by myself with the lights off. Even now, I still feel a crazy sense of unease when I watch videos about console errors, dunno why.
So, Fast forward to this morning where I boot up my play play con and start messing around with the settings- saving the game for last since I figured it would be a short 'lil minigame that could bookend the console UI experience. So I drew a bit, composed a bit, connected to the neighbor's Wi-Fi a bit, and after I had my fill, I booted up the game. And then I waited. And then I waited. And then I waited and then- the PlayPlayCon red screen of death. I think the imagery combined with the sound and sudden appearance of the error message that genuinely made my blood run cold for a second there.
...So, all that is to say, Great work guys.